The Hero: The Enduring Myth That Makes us Human, by Lee Child

Seven stars

If you have ever been on public transportation or sat in a location frequented by many you do not know, you will have discovered there is always someone who wants to share their story. Be it a tale from their youth or an anecdote that ties in nicely with what you are doing/reading at that moment, those people exist the world over. The person means well and seems to have something to say they feel will be of upmost importance to you, but all you can do is nod and hope to return to your previously scheduled solo activity. Since I began reading Lee Child novels, I often thought of that person as a personified Jack Reacher. He’s there, does his thing, shares a few stories, and then is out of your life again. Child offers up a book version of the Reacher persona with this publication, wherein he rambles for pages and pages about countless items, with a ‘hero’ theme threading its way from beginning to end and imploring that we, the reader/listener, hark to what is being said. While I love to learn and take great pride in deferring to those who hold the knowledge I desire, this seemed to be a long and meandering discussion that needed proper classification. Child is a masterful writer and knows his stuff (even with this piece), but I wanted something more organized and whose theses could be clearly delineated as I moved from opium to the emergence of Robin Hood as folklore hero. Some will love this publication and others will dislike it to the nth degree. It does not taint my admiration for all things Reacher, but leaves to to wonder what Child did not take all this trivial knowledge and let his well-known protagonist espouse it before wooing his next lady friend!

Kudos, Mr. Child, for an interesting branch-off from your usual fare.

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